I put my hands up; Let go and let god

Wasn’t nowhere near a secret I was stressed y’all

Wished I could press pause or at least slow it down

Why the hell I wanna hang around all them bogus clowns

This aint a rodeo; sure as hell not a circus

I don’t have a plan, but I know have a purpose

Holdin my breath im delving deeper than the surface

Im searching for understanding of what my worth is

Is it my weight in gold? Hell to the no

Its the aura that surrounds my body that reflects my soul

I had friends in high places tryin to keep me low

Mad friends in low places trying to keep my high

Some say, I came at erybody sideways

I let the days turn to nights and stayed livin my life

Through gripes and complaints- heat stained rain evaporates

The path I walk is kind of righteous, I bumped into a saint

Who was way more weary, clearly aint no rest for a soul

With a lot on its mind and no real place to go

I let go of my ego, people, and steelo the same day

I took off all of my cool and put on my game face

Even if you win the rat race you’re still a rat

I might whisper in your ear, but still want you to holla black

Matter fact; go head keep the contact minimal

Real aint really real- all this communications subliminal

I might lend you an ear, then defend what I didn’t do

I tend to pick up a pen and try to script you a visual

I figured, some one would want to take it too literal

While I listen intently, but pretend I’m not hearing you.

Yeah, it’s a miracle I’ve made it this far

Still poly-ing with that saint, forcing smiles discussing our scars

More were gained by love than any war could ever get me

Trouble bubbles to the surface thoughts are just worth pennies

I got a nickel and a dime, thinking bout getting a quarter

All of it is worthless, while standing thirsty in the presence of holy water

Know what I mean???

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